[Intro: LORD DISTORTION]
Pop out the blue, bitch, you getting your neck broke
.44 on power that soul leave his vessel
Fuck from the back and she twist like a pretzel
Score on you pussies I hop in the end zone
Putting these liars right up on your pedestal
Dudes be some weirdos I'm mo'fuckin' tellin you
12 in my palm ima see what these pellets do
Smoke in my lungs bitch I might just inhale the fumes
[Verse: raze]
I feel like the best in this shit, I'm the first
Pull up at your block in a mo'fuckin' hearse
His body got dropped, ye, this guy need a nurse
You gotta pay for a mo'fuckin' verse
I got a chop, bitch I air out his terminal
Talk about fam and my friends and it's personal
Molotov thrown in your crip, shit is burnable
I got a Glock 22, shit is versatile
Bitch you get popped, body got dropped
Feel like a butcher 'cause people get chopped
Feel like a cleaner 'cause people get mopped
Grindin so hard, bitch I cannot get stopped
I catch you lackin', I need no announcement
Act like you rich, you can't pay the impoundment
Work on my own, I don't need no accountant
Bitch you get shot, drop the gun in the fountain
Shoutout to Zari, he out there in London
Cook up a rock in the mo'fuckin' oven
Act like you up but your songs are just floppin'
Walk in the store with a Ski, I'm not shoppin'
Pop outta cut, you got no chance survivin' me
Chance is so low like you win in the lottery
This is my shit get the fuck out my property
Walk in the store and I say its a robbery
Pop out the blue, bitch, you getting your neck broke
.44 on power that soul leave his vessel
Fuck from the back and she twist like a pretzel
Score on you pussies I hop in the end zone
Putting these liars right up on your pedestal
Dudes be some weirdos I'm mo'fuckin' tellin you
12 in my palm ima see what these pellets do
Smoke in my lungs bitch I might just inhale the fumes
[Verse: raze]
I feel like the best in this shit, I'm the first
Pull up at your block in a mo'fuckin' hearse
His body got dropped, ye, this guy need a nurse
You gotta pay for a mo'fuckin' verse
I got a chop, bitch I air out his terminal
Talk about fam and my friends and it's personal
Molotov thrown in your crip, shit is burnable
I got a Glock 22, shit is versatile
Bitch you get popped, body got dropped
Feel like a butcher 'cause people get chopped
Feel like a cleaner 'cause people get mopped
Grindin so hard, bitch I cannot get stopped
I catch you lackin', I need no announcement
Act like you rich, you can't pay the impoundment
Work on my own, I don't need no accountant
Bitch you get shot, drop the gun in the fountain
Shoutout to Zari, he out there in London
Cook up a rock in the mo'fuckin' oven
Act like you up but your songs are just floppin'
Walk in the store with a Ski, I'm not shoppin'
Pop outta cut, you got no chance survivin' me
Chance is so low like you win in the lottery
This is my shit get the fuck out my property
Walk in the store and I say its a robbery
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